As I sat, warming my hands around a cup of tea, the sun made it’s way over the mountain skyline and I watched the light travel down towards our campsite. The warmth was instant, the down layers peeled off and the ice melted from the grass. Dawn is always a magical time and I wanted to cherish this one as it was to be our last one in the mountains for a while. It is too easy to forget to stop and look around as the trail becomes steep, your legs ache, your rucksack is too heavy and your breathing sounds as if you smoke twenty a day; Too easy to forget what an amazing and varied landscape you are in and too easy to take things for granted.
We were on our last day of a 4 day hike in the Sierra Nevadas which had been incredible. But winter isn’t far away and as we camped at over 3,000 metres we awoke to freezing temperatures, ice on the tent and frozen water bottles. Had we got soft, or had we acclimatised to the red rocks of Utah, the bright lights of Vegas and the deserts of Death Valley?
So it’s goodbye to the mountains as we head towards the Californian coast again, hopefully it will be warmer than when were here five months ago.